Annan raised an eyebrow.
He noticed that Naifertali's expression had become very strange as she looked at him.
It was as if she saw someone else through him.
A bit nostalgic, yet also a bit sad.
"May I ask..."
Annan inquired, "Did you think of someone?"
The cheerful and gentle voice of a middle-aged man emanated from the substitute known as "Giralda."
"Yes, I did."
Naifertali did not lie, nor did she speak vaguely.
The one who could bypass silver-tier Prophet and Idol Spells, Lord Giralda, was most likely a gold-tier wizard.
To him, lies probably had no practical significance.
And a Saint possessing the "Heart of Justice" would probably not have much fondness for deceivers...
"My elder brother is the Fearless Saint of this generation.
"I was wondering if you might be the bearer of 'Justice'."
Naifertali replied somewhat cryptically.
Because she was not sure if those three apprentices from the Secret Eye knew about this.
Hearing her words, Niusel was taken aback.